Sunday Bloody Sunday

Becca came round for breakfast, which was nice. We reminised over the night before...glossing over some of the details. Matt rang again to tell us that they were still in Sneaky Dee's at half 10 the night before, but they weren't making as much noise as I would have liked, so we missed them. A plan was set, by Rob, to go see Ramlin at work (who had been in her pyjamas at 10.50 and at 11 at work - amazing) at about 3, get to the open-air ice skating at about 4 and church at 6. It almost worked. Becca was even ready.

Ramlin was sprightly, which was surprising if you'd seen her the night before, and we got to the ice-skating on time. Matt & Oli were in the Timmy's opposite, the same one J had realised he hadn't been ripped off.

We (Rob, Becca & I) skated in circles for a while, then we watched a positively stereotypical frenchman skate in circles for a while, then we joined James & Matt (Oli had gone) in Timmy's for some tea. We made our way to church (affter walking the wrong way up & down Yonge) and finally arrived.

After the worship, notices & coffee break the preach began. Half-way through I couldn't take it anymore, and went to relieve myself in the men's room. Rob had also vacated the 2nd floor YMCA function room and we okayed Cribbage. Afterwards James summed up the service very well. "I thought it was going to be an evening without Ram(b)lin."


We headed home, ate steak, cheesecake, wedding cake, SALAD,

Jacob arrived and ate pasta. Ramlin (who had joined us earlier) and Becca left about 11 & the four lads watched an hour or so of Arrested Development. We slept.